I didn’t wash my hair for four days because I wanted to leave with the taste of the sea
as my crown.
Crystals of salt adorning the strands more precious than any that has ever graced
a monarch’s head.
A Blessing for the year ahead.
For as long as I can remember I have walked this earth as the Queen
of Shame.
Self-flagillating my way to society’s approval – I ruled as a despot over my own flesh.
Not a soul could usurp me.
Lately though, I’ve begun to shed the thorns and iron, offering them back to the
patient Earth.
She takes them gladly and reminds me that bearing such burdens only leads to worshiping
the torment.
I am learning to turn my attention to what is tender.
Hoping to one day become the Queen of Softness.